My day was not off to a particularly excellent start. For one thing, I could barely sleep last night because of the amount of pollen floating around the house. I am not usually allergic to pollen, but when my home is filled to the brim with flowers, one begins to have some difficulties breathing. Secondly I broke the heel of one of my best pairs of heels, which I was not happy about, and I did it tripping over a vase of, you guessed it, flowers. Then as I was about to exit my apartment and head off to work, I had managed to take batman for a walk today, the doorbell rang and I was met with a deliveryman, or men, who had even more vases of flowers. Soon enough there was going to be no more room in my home for Batman and I, there would only be room for the flowers. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with them. I had Heidi come and pick up Batman because he kept sneezing from the pollen.

"Where in the world did all of these flowers come from, someone wants to get into your pants really badly," she said. I rolled my eyes as I thought of the arsehole that was sending me the 'gifts'.

"Bruce Wayne," I said with a grimace on my face. Heidi's jaw just dropped to the floor when I said it. She quickly composed herself before her usual sly smirk adorned her face.

"So Bruce Wayne, as in the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, wants a piece of that ass. You are one lucky chick. So are you going to go to Wayne tower and have some hot office sex or what?" My face contorted into that of a disgusted look.

"Heidi, you are disgusting, I treated him in the clinic and him being the delusional dickwad he now obviously is, thought it would be perfectly okay fill my home with flowers to the point where it is difficult to breathe. So if you could take my dog, I need to get to work." She just smirked wider before taking Batman's leash off of me and sauntering out of the apartment.

"Remember to use protection, wouldn't want him to knock you up on the first date," she hollered to me.

"I am not going to sleep with him, stop being immature." She was really annoying me at this point.

"Who said there was any sleeping involved with what you'll be doing with him." She laughed aloud before quickly scampering out of my apartment with my dog in tow.

It would be good to finally get away from my flower infested apartment so I can clear my head and figure out what I am actually going to do with the infestation.

The brisk autumn air was cut off as I made my way through the sliding doors of the paediatric ward. The ward was busy, as it always was at this time of year because the flu season was beginning.

"Good morning Dr. Darling," Lucy said to me as I entered. She had a sly smiled that at this time unnerved me slightly.

"Good Morning Lucy," I replied curtly.

"Boy, you're just full of surprises aren't you." I hated it when she decided the best way to get an answer out of me was to be cryptic and sly, she was so very hard to read.

"I don't believe I have a clue of what you are talking about, Lucy," I said, slightly confused.

"Oh I'm sure you know, don't play innocent with me doc. Just when I thought you weren't into the dating scene." Oh god he didn't. I practically sprinted to my office, not even stopping to dismiss myself from my conversation with Lucy.

And would you guess what was filling my office, right again, flowers. More lilies and tulips of all colours. Jesus Christ was there any stopping this man. He will certainly be responsible for the brain aneurism that causes me to meet my demise. That was extremely dramatic, but that's completely beside the point. This pathetic sod just obviously did not know when to give up.

"Woah, what's with the flowers," a fellow Doctor Brian Johnson said as he was walking by my office. I groaned in response to his question.

"Just some bottle fed sap desperate for any attention he can get." Brian looked at me with a rather confused expression.

"Right well, why you deal with the bottle fed sap, you also might want to make some more room."

"Why," I questioned. Now I was adorned with a confused expression.

"I saw some more deliverymen with flowers checking in at the reception to deliver to the office of Dr. Chantal Darling." Oh lord please tell me that he is lying. There was the sound of shoes scuffling and glass clinking together, I looked over to find more deliverymen, and more flowers. I felt at that moment that this was never going to end.

It had been a week since the first delivery of flowers came, and the deliveries had not stopped. Every day I would come home to more flowers waiting outside my door or in my office. There was practically no room at all left in my apartment. Batman was getting really restless to because of the lack of space, I had to risk taking him out for a walk after work again, although I did not stray very far from home and I made sure to stick to the busier streets.

I had tried almost everything to get the deliveries to stop. I had called up his office but I couldn't get through to him since his assistant said that he was not taking calls. I tried to stop the deliverymen but they said the Wayne had paid them big bucks to assure that the flowers made it to me. I even tried to buy them off, then I realised that Bruce Wayne was paying them, so that pretty much blew that idea out of the water.

So now I was sitting in my apartment, after I had pushed some vases to the side to make room, on my day off with Heidi. We were mostly talking about my absolute hatred for Bruce Wayne. Well I was talking about it and she was just sitting there laughing her arse of at my situation.

"Shany, come on girl. Obviously this guy wants something, and I mean he is Bruce Wayne, the world's sexiest billionaire. Why not give him what he wants and then just get on with your life," she said while spooning a large portion of cookies and cream ice cream into her mouth.

"And what exactly is it that he wants." I was pretty sure that I had a clear idea of what he wanted. I just wanted another person's view.

"Y'know, a bit of ole in 'n' out, the horizontal tango, bumpin' uglies. Sex hunny, he wants a little piece of you and another notch in his bedpost." God this woman was unbelievable.

"Right, well he is not getting it," I mumbled while sticking another spoon of ice cream into my mouth.

"Well in my opinion I think it's about time you got someone to come around and clean the bats out of your plumbing if you know what I mean."

"Heidi, that's disgusting. And it's not like I've been without sex for that long." I've dated here and there.

"How long has it been since you dated." Oh god I dreaded this question.

"About one year and three quarters of a year. Or is it two now," I said rather sheepishly, Heidi sighed.

"Right, well I heard about this woman who hadn't had sex in so long her vagina literally closed over. You don't want that to happen do you, 'cause that would be an embarrassing thing to explain to your gynaecologist." okay know that was just being ridicules.

"Heidi, sweetheart, that is not possible. It doesn't matter how long you go without sex your vagina will not close over, it's not medically plausible."

"Hey I wasn't talking about mine; it's yours we're worried about." Her brown eyes were telling me she was only teasing.

"Speaking of which-"

"What, Vagina's closing over."

"No, anyway, how's David going." David was her motorbike riding, bad boy boyfriend that I resented almost as much as Bruce Wayne at the moment. Heidi was always way too good for him.

"I broke up with him." She ate another mouth full of ice cream.

"Oh hunny, I didn't know, I'm sorry." I was secretly happy that she kicked that dickhead to the curb, he was no good.

"Don't be, you were right he was a dick and I was too good for him. Our relationship wasn't really going anywhere; I mean it was entirely based on sex. I realised that maybe I should start looking for the one, you know. I guess I'm ready to settle down and David just wasn't that kind of guy." Wow, Heidi was always the party kind of girl, the wild one of the two of us, who would have known she wanted to settle down.

"Yeah he was a jerk, definitely not a family man." She laughed out loud and tossed a pillow at my head.

"So what are you going to do about this whole deal with Bruce Wayne." Maybe I should just confront him. That's it I knew exactly what I had to do know.

"I am going to go and confront him; right now it's only two pm. He should be off lunch right." I quickly ran into my bedroom and threw on some more professional clothes. All I had to do was go to his office and demand that he stop sending me flowers.

I quickly ran out of the door, not even stopping to say bye to Heidi, she would probably still be here when I got back.

When I arrived at Wayne Tower I marvelled slightly at the sheer beauty of the building. It truly was a diamond in the rough. The lobby of the tower was overly extravagant with chandeliers and expensive looking furniture. I made my way over to the receptionist's desk. The woman behind the desk had peroxide blonde hair that was tied back into a pony tail. Her skin was orange, from fake tanning by the looks of things and she had long manicured nails that seemed too long for the rest of her hand. She looked up at me as I reached the desk and smiled an overly white fake smile.

"Good afternoon, welcome to Wayne Enterprises how can I help you." She said in a sugar-coated voice.

"Yes, I was wondering if you could direct me to Mr. Wayne's office thank you." Her sickeningly sweet smile once again adorned her face.

"Do you have an appointment." Damn, I forgot about how oh so busy Mr. Wayne is.

"No, but you see my name is Dr. Chantal Darling. Mr. Wayne came to me inquiring a rash in his genitalia area and I have just come to give him the test results and drop off his first treatment of Herpexia and give him a treatment regime. So if you could just inform his secretary that I will be coming up that would be very helpful, thank you." The girl blinked, quite flustered by my little story. Well Wayne that is what you get for messing with me.

"Oh...Umm, yeah sure. Thirty-second floor and then straight ahead, you can't miss it," She said, still stunned from what I had told her before. I thanked her and got into the elevator heading up.

I finally reached the thirty-second floor. The girl was right; his office was difficult to miss. At the secretary desk I saw a brunette who was equally as made up and as orange as the receptionist. She looked up from her work as I approached.

"Oh, you must be the, umm, doctor. I haven't informed Mr. Wayne of your presence since he is asleep." Asleep, well that doesn't surprise me, excessive spelunking, vodka and partying will do that to a person.

"Don't worry, this won't take long." I strode past her and flung open the door to Wayne's office. And there he was, with his head resting sideways on the desk. His mouth was slightly agape and he was drooling. He looked rather cute, but I was not here to discuss his attractiveness. Lord knows what that would do to his already inflated ego.

I slammed my hand down on the desk. His head shot up and he looked around frantically until his eyes found me and he smirked that infuriating smirk once again.

"Ah Dr. Darling, what brings you here." He smiled his flirtatious little smile. God I hated this man.

"Oh I think you know, Wayne. The oddest thing happened when I came home from work the other day. My house was filled with flowers. And then when I arrived at my office, it too was filled with flowers. And the deliveries won't stop." He just smirked once again. I was so tempted to smack him.

"So you got my gift I see, what is it that you want me to do about."

"You've had your fun Wayne. Call of the deliveries and let me resume my life, there is barely any room left in my apartment and my office."

"I will call of the deliveries, if, if you go to dinner with me?" Was this man out of his mind?

"No I refuse to go to on a date with you." He just smirked and picked up the phone, he punched in some numbers and waited.

"Ah yes, Michelle's florist, could you send another ten vases of-" I picked the phone up off of him and slammed it down onto the receiver. There was no other way I was going to get out of this. I just had to suck up my pride and go with it.

"Ugh, Fine, you get one date on three conditions." I can't believe I am actually giving in to this.

"Name them," he said as if ready for the challenge.

"Condition number one, you stop sending flowers," I said.

"Done."

"Condition number two, you hire some people to remove the flowers from my house and office."

"I'll get right on to it,"

"And condition number three, after this date you stop bothering me."

"Unless you beg for me to stay." I am this close to strangling this man.

"Deal?"

"Deal." We shook hands.

"So I will pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow night, dress formal." He winked as he said that. Perhaps I should just suck it up and live the rest of my life smothered by flowers.

"I suppose I have no choice," I said while turning around and making my way to the door.

"Oh, and by the way, your receptionist thinks you have Herpes."

A/N:

This chapter was a lot of fun to write so please tell me what you think. I haven't had many reviews so if you think of anything to say about the story or whatever please let me know.